She had a mole on her face. She it. It was on her left cheek. It ’t far from her mouth. She touched it every . She wished that it would go away. But didn’t. It was an ugly brown bump on cheek. It was a dark brown circle. It about the size of a pencil eraser. Everyone see her mole. Everyone looked at her mole. hated her mole. Every night she scrubbed her extra hard. Maybe she could scrub the mole . Every day she pressed down on the mole her finger. Maybe she could press the mole . She asked her mom to cut the mole with a razor. “I won’t cut it off a razor,” said her mom. “I’m not a . I’ll take you to a doctor. Maybe he cut it off with a razor.”